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Don't light speech waiting, barren years such as s
adam101 发表于 2012/5/14 14:41:00 |
Outside the window, the rain lingering with the wind FenYang, damp me a pair of
frenzy eyes, a song of song cycle play, take my thoughts go far......
Once
the heartache, and also in the convulsion, had deep and eternal love, also in
the bottom of the heart with a flood, and at first he that no evil emotion,
smashed all my guard, before you know it, very deep in.
Now as time passes
by, he has run away, but I still in place the wandering, the pain is too deep,
too really feeling......
That contain anyone, maybe can't accept any
feelings, including a love at first sight.
Perhaps, life and music to become
attached to, doomed to be a special voice surrendered, and even captive, the
same song, two guitar, two collapsing feeling deduces man oakley
sunglasses, and I, but not at first, binding the latter
form.
Maybe god ChuiMu always ride fireworks, in end a fireworks and a
sentimental, deduce DuoMu desolate, since ancient times affectionate spare hate,
there are a few people to be with white head? Even if is the oceans, and hurts
the reality of helpless and sorrow.
In the difficult emotions to step out of
the haze of the sun and the moon, text, almost Shouting in a corner with
addiction, and most of the false words was borrowed, adornment vanity soul,
struggling, wheezing and do it. Beauty, in other people's eye, the pain in his
head.
Now, people on a journey, suddenly rooms, and a window appears, his
literary grace, his demeanor, his voice, his enthusiasm...... That moment, the
heart is a little confusing. When a clear voice to the eardrum, with almost
forgotten deep feeling ignorant to wake up, along with the phone the other end,
wave to deep feeling of song, and the waves.
The sound was so makes me
drunk, that song familiar song because he and thorough marrow.
When short a
few lines of the fine print, vividly on my cell phone to the screen: "LingEr
voice, you, you, the way you text...... let me mad." At that time, I was
shocked, the other party as I confusing, just, I resisted, escape, because, I
can not hurt. When QQ window appears a warm hug, I just want to escape, I know,
all belong to our emotional words have dried up, because, once fall too deep.
Although he says he will use all the love, the most warm hug for I grieve,
however, has a special liking, I how not himself, not more force, at that
moment, I hate, hate that let me into a lonely man.
Deep feeling to people
alone, I refuse to so much love, also resisting the most sincere love, carry a
scabby heart, just want a quiet, enron hid in the text equation, LeiQi has
nothing to do with the reality of a dream.
And many times, a lot of things
is not the control, haphazardly, know that ShiHun leaves, indifferent to have
can't have a foothold, for his exceptional wisdom, exceptional talent take out,
more charming songs he lost the nature of mind, his attention, his enthusiasm is
like wintry day in a lock of warming Yang, reaching to the depths of my soul,
warm and clinking.
However, when he once displayed on my crush, I have a
coming events cast their shadows before them after, cannot be denied like, but
not his emotions as citizens, very afraid of foakleys, so I love, again lose
pain, very afraid of, in the autumn of the cicada songs, waiting for the spring.
Now, early spring had climbed to the ShaoTou, shallow green with son yan
twittering, and coming into the lush, one of my heart still on watch, watch
thousands of hectares of the season of white head, that the world like fairy
tale, can ease a fall injury heart, that warm warm furnace, can make up the soul
stretch, as, and longing that hands, can cover the cold hot palm.
Watch
programme, into a life of waiting, waiting for, the heart has become decadent
wasteland and weary of (up HaoCao, has covered the heart shore, even though a
poetry month like song of the scenery, already has nothing to do with me.
For I love can promise the healing people, he don't know, my heart has been
a mound injury, with time deposits, has high into, the swaying JingFan in my
heart only, wave into a don't destroy scenery. Said it will be, you can wait,
how long? The language of commitment, whether we can afford day the polishing of
above, light feeling the deepest, most shallow love for a long time. Sincerely
say 1, the mo small talk waiting, so desolate like songs years. |
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